The first round of movers just left with my unaccompanied baggage. There were four of them, and they totally looked like the Beatles. Well, almost. There was a John, a Paul, and a Ringo, but the fourth guy was older, and didn't really resemble George Harrison too much. Regardless, I was kinda hoping they'd stop in the middle of packing up all my stuff and start singing "She Loves You" or something.
Now I must make preparations for round two, for tomorrow, another gaggle of movers will come and take away everything else belonging to me. But first, I must get clean, because I've had on the same t-shirt for over 48 hours...without showering. It's repulsive, I know. Ringo made a funny face when he walked by me earlier.
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